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this shotgun in her Tesla\nHangin' both of my legs out of it, like \"What's up?\" (What's up?)\nI got stakes and they too high now, I can't fuck up (Can't fuck up)\nI like girls that's down to Earth, so don't be stuck up (Stuck up)\nI don't take Ls, I give 'em out and I chuck 'em up\nFirst listen, they hearin' this shit like, \"What the fuck?\"\n\nTen toes, that's my MO\nFam' over 'Gram, that's my MO (On my momma)\nFuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close\nAnd they let it go while I reload\nLike bow, bow, bow\nTSA just opened my book-bag up and my chain hittin' like\nBow, bow, bow, bow\nThe king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit and I touchdown they\nBow, bow, bow, bow\nShe down low, three point stance, I'm back there doin' Jack dance like\nBow, bow, bow, bow\n\nAnd I'm not no fashionista, but I'm fly though (But I'm fly)\nAnd I know I gave up drinkin', but I'm high though (But I'm high)\nI told her, \"I don't cum from head, but you can try though\" (You can try)\nI'm not on top of this shit yet, but I'm that guy though\nI take a look 'round and my comp and it's just, uh (Ooh)\nWide open, big whippin', it slide open (Mm-mm)\nI notice they treat me like I'm chosen (I'm chosen)\nEyes open, heart clean and my mind focused\nThis shit just keeps goin' how I wrote it\nHow the hell could you doubt us?\nI mean, back then it made sense, but it's like, now what?\nNow they down to come 'round just to be 'round us\nYou ain't one of my dawgs, why do you hound us?\nIt's very few of you I like, but it's a whole lot of y'all I don't trust\n'Cause\n\nTen toes, that's my MO\nFam' over 'Gram, that's my MO\nFuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close\nAnd they let it go while I reload\nLike baow, baow, baow\nTSA just opened my book-bag up and my chain hittin' like\nBow, bow, bow, bow\nThe king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit and I touchdown they\nBow, bow, bow, bow\nShe down low, three point stance, I'm back there doin' Jack dance 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Tesla\n[00:50.55] Hangin' both of my legs out of it, like \"What's up?\" (What's up?)\n[00:52.25] I got stakes and they too high now, I can't fuck up (Can't fuck up)\n[00:56.48] I like girls that's down to Earth, so don't be stuck up (Stuck up)\n[00:59.82] I don't take Ls, I give 'em out and I chuck 'em up\n[01:02.62] First listen, they hearin' this shit like, \"What the fuck?\"\n[01:06.43] Ten toes, that's my MO\n[01:09.18] Fam' over 'Gram, that's my MO (On my momma)\n[01:12.73] Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close\n[01:15.30] And they let it go while I reload\n[01:18.42] Like bow, bow, bow\n[01:21.13] TSA just opened my book-bag up and my chain hittin' like\n[01:24.68] Bow, bow, bow, bow\n[01:27.17] The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit and I touchdown they\n[01:30.95] Bow, bow, bow, bow\n[01:33.89] She down low, three point stance, I'm back there doin' Jack dance like\n[01:37.83] Bow, bow, bow, bow\n[01:40.17] And I'm not no fashionista, but I'm fly though (But I'm fly)\n[01:42.40] \n[01:44.66] And I know I gave up drinkin', but I'm high though (But I'm high)\n[01:47.75] I told her, \"I don't cum from head, but you can try though\" (You can try)\n[01:51.03] I'm not on top of this shit yet, but I'm that guy though\n[01:53.95] I take a look 'round and my comp and it's just, uh (Ooh)\n[01:56.74] Wide open, big whippin', it slide open (Mm-mm)\n[01:59.90] I notice they treat me like I'm chosen (I'm chosen)\n[02:03.46] Eyes open, heart clean and my mind focused\n[02:06.27] This shit just keeps goin' how I wrote it\n[02:07.51] How the hell could you doubt us?\n[02:10.68] I mean, back then it made sense, but it's like, now what?\n[02:12.85] Now they down to come 'round just to be 'round us\n[02:15.51] You ain't one of my dawgs, why do you hound us?\n[02:18.23] It's very few of you I like, but it's a whole lot of y'all I don't trust\n[02:22.31] 'Cause\n[02:23.77] Ten toes, that's my MO\n[02:26.30] Fam' over 'Gram, that's my MO\n[02:29.09] Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close\n[02:31.99] And they let it go while I reload\n[02:33.72] Like baow, baow, baow\n[02:37.83] TSA just opened my book-bag up and my chain hittin' like\n[02:41.48] Bow, bow, bow, bow\n[02:43.95] The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit and I touchdown they\n[02:47.44] Bow, bow, bow, bow\n[02:50.40] She down low, three point stance, I'm back there doin' Jack dance like\n[02:54.09] Bow, bow, bow, bow\n[02:54.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Jack Harlow - Nail Tech [Official Video]\n artist: Jack Harlow\n album: Jack Harlow\n duration_ms: 206000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Mm-mm, mm, mm-mm\n start_ms: 5910\n end_ms: 8100\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 8100\n end_ms: 12570\n- text: Tss\n start_ms: 12570\n end_ms: 14110\n- text: My nail tech knows how to keep a lil' secret\n start_ms: 14110\n end_ms: 16760\n- text: I don't wish for my success, I speak it\n start_ms: 16760\n end_ms: 19180\n- text: I 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(Can't fuck up)\n[00:56.48] I like girls that's down to Earth, so don't be stuck up (Stuck up)\n[00:59.82] I don't take Ls, I give 'em out and I chuck 'em up\n[01:02.62] First listen, they hearin' this shit like, \"What the fuck?\"\n[01:06.43] Ten toes, that's my MO\n[01:09.18] Fam' over 'Gram, that's my MO (On my momma)\n[01:12.73] Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close\n[01:15.30] And they let it go while I reload\n[01:18.42] Like bow, bow, bow\n[01:21.13] TSA just opened my book-bag up and my chain hittin' like\n[01:24.68] Bow, bow, bow, bow\n[01:27.17] The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit and I touchdown they\n[01:30.95] Bow, bow, bow, bow\n[01:33.89] She down low, three point stance, I'm back there doin' Jack dance like\n[01:37.83] Bow, bow, bow, bow\n[01:40.17] And I'm not no fashionista, but I'm fly though (But I'm fly)\n[01:42.40] \n[01:44.66] And I know I gave up drinkin', but I'm high though (But I'm high)\n[01:47.75] I told her, \"I don't cum from head, but you can try though\" (You can try)\n[01:51.03] I'm not on top of this shit yet, but I'm that guy though\n[01:53.95] I take a look 'round and my comp and it's just, uh (Ooh)\n[01:56.74] Wide open, big whippin', it slide open (Mm-mm)\n[01:59.90] I notice they treat me like I'm chosen (I'm chosen)\n[02:03.46] Eyes open, heart clean and my mind focused\n[02:06.27] This shit just keeps goin' how I wrote it\n[02:07.51] How the hell could you doubt us?\n[02:10.68] I mean, back then it made sense, but it's like, now what?\n[02:12.85] Now they down to come 'round just to be 'round us\n[02:15.51] You ain't one of my dawgs, why do you hound us?\n[02:18.23] It's very few of you I like, but it's a whole lot of y'all I don't trust\n[02:22.31] 'Cause\n[02:23.77] Ten toes, that's my MO\n[02:26.30] Fam' over 'Gram, that's my MO\n[02:29.09] Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close\n[02:31.99] And they let it go while I reload\n[02:33.72] Like baow, baow, baow\n[02:37.83] TSA just opened my book-bag up and my chain hittin' like\n[02:41.48] Bow, bow, bow, bow\n[02:43.95] The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit and I touchdown they\n[02:47.44] Bow, bow, bow, bow\n[02:50.40] She down low, three point stance, I'm back there doin' Jack dance like\n[02:54.09] Bow, bow, bow, bow\n[02:54.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Jack Harlow - Nail Tech [Official Video]\n artist: Jack Harlow\n album: Jack Harlow\n duration_ms: 209000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Mm-mm, mm, mm-mm\n start_ms: 5910\n end_ms: 8100\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 8100\n end_ms: 12570\n- text: Tss\n start_ms: 12570\n end_ms: 14110\n- text: My nail tech knows how to keep a lil' secret\n start_ms: 14110\n end_ms: 16760\n- text: I don't wish for my success, I speak it\n start_ms: 16760\n end_ms: 19180\n- text: I caught a buzz, and you did too, but you tweakin'\n start_ms: 19180\n end_ms: 21590\n- text: I look like I been gettin' money, I reek it\n start_ms: 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baow\n[01:38.43] \n[01:40.67] And I'm not no fashionista, but I'm fly though\n[01:43.76] And I know I gave up drinking, but I'm high though\n[01:46.96] I told her, \"I don't come from here, but you can try though\"\n[01:49.91] I'm not on top of this shit yet, but I'm that guy though\n[01:53.24] I take a look 'round and my comp, and it's just, uh (ooh)\n[01:56.12] Wide open, big whipping, it slide open (mmm-mmm)\n[01:59.47] I notice they treat me like I'm chosen\n[02:02.51] Eyes open, heart clean and my mind focused\n[02:04.95] This shit just keeps going how I wrote it, how the hell could you doubt us?\n[02:09.48] I mean, back then, it made sense, but it's like, now what?\n[02:12.23] Now they down to come 'round just to be 'round us\n[02:14.70] You ain't one of my dawgs, why do you hound us?\n[02:17.75] It's very few of you I like, but it's a whole lot of y'all I don't trust\n[02:22.06] 'Cause...\n[02:23.12] Ten toes, that's my MO\n[02:25.78] Fam' over gram, that's my MO\n[02:28.27] Fuck a \"close friends\", I got friends that I keep close\n[02:31.49] And they let it go while I reload\n[02:34.41] Like baow, baow, baow\n[02:37.00] TSA just opened my book bag up\n[02:39.22] And my chain hitting like baow, baow, baow, baow\n[02:43.39] The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit\n[02:45.46] And I touch down, they bow, bow, bow, bow\n[02:49.52] She down low, three point stance\n[02:51.33] I'm back there doing Jack Dan's like baow, baow, baow, baow\n[02:54.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nail Tech\n artist: Jack Harlow\n album: Nail Tech\n duration_ms: 29000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Mmm-mmm, mmm, mmm-mmm\n start_ms: 9380\n end_ms: 12550\n- text: Tuh\n start_ms: 12550\n end_ms: 13630\n- text: My nail tech knows how to keep a lil' secret\n start_ms: 13630\n end_ms: 16030\n- text: I don't wish for my success, I speak it\n start_ms: 16030\n end_ms: 18580\n- text: I caught a buzz, and you did too, but you tweaking\n start_ms: 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going how I wrote it, how the hell could you doubt us?\n[02:09.48] I mean, back then, it made sense, but it's like, now what?\n[02:12.23] Now they down to come 'round just to be 'round us\n[02:14.70] You ain't one of my dawgs, why do you hound us?\n[02:17.75] It's very few of you I like, but it's a whole lot of y'all I don't trust\n[02:22.06] 'Cause...\n[02:23.12] Ten toes, that's my MO\n[02:25.78] Fam' over gram, that's my MO\n[02:28.27] Fuck a \"close friends\", I got friends that I keep close\n[02:31.49] And they let it go while I reload\n[02:34.41] Like baow, baow, baow\n[02:37.00] TSA just opened my book bag up\n[02:39.22] And my chain hitting like baow, baow, baow, baow\n[02:43.39] The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit\n[02:45.46] And I touch down, they bow, bow, bow, bow\n[02:49.52] She down low, three point stance\n[02:51.33] I'm back there doing Jack Dan's like baow, baow, baow, baow\n[02:54.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nail Tech\n 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reload\n[02:34.41] Like baow, baow, baow\n[02:37.00] TSA just opened my book bag up\n[02:39.22] And my chain hitting like baow, baow, baow, baow\n[02:43.39] The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit\n[02:45.46] And I touch down, they bow, bow, bow, bow\n[02:49.52] She down low, three point stance\n[02:51.33] I'm back there doing Jack Dan's like baow, baow, baow, baow\n[02:54.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nail Tech\n artist: Jack Harlow\n album: Nail Tech\n duration_ms: 228181\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Mmm-mmm, mmm, mmm-mmm\n start_ms: 9380\n end_ms: 12550\n- text: Tuh\n start_ms: 12550\n end_ms: 13630\n- text: My nail tech knows how to keep a lil' secret\n start_ms: 13630\n end_ms: 16030\n- text: I don't wish for my success, I speak it\n start_ms: 16030\n end_ms: 18580\n- text: I caught a buzz, and you did too, but you tweaking\n start_ms: 18580\n end_ms: 20850\n- text: I look like I been getting money, how I reek it\n start_ms: 20850\n 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handshakin' but most of y'all can't help me (Nah)\n[00:30.93] Most of y'all ain't wealthy (Nope), most of y'all just dress like it\n[00:32.95] I caught the vibe that y'all givin' off, and I'm tryna make myself less like it\n[00:35.23] \n[00:38.16] This chick got a lil' Porsche body, I might let the bro test drive it\n[00:42.08] It's hard for me to get excited, I love music, and stress 'bout it\n[00:45.28] My city haulin' and I'm cosigning this wave, comin' up next out it\n[00:47.47] Ridin' 'round and this shotgun in her Tesla\n[00:49.68] Hangin' both of my legs out of it, like \"What's up?\" (What's up?)\n[00:52.76] I got stakes and they too high now, I can't fuck up (Can't fuck up)\n[00:55.53] I like girls that's down to Earth, so don't be stuck up (Stuck up)\n[00:59.51] I don't take Ls, I give 'em out and I chuck 'em up\n[01:01.36] First listen, they hearin' this shit like, \"What the fuck?\"\n[01:03.84] Ten toes, that's my MO\n[01:06.37] \n[01:08.98] Fam' over 'Gram, that's my MO (On my momma)\n[01:11.35] Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close\n[01:14.70] And they let it go while I reload\n[01:17.32] Like bow, bow, bow\n[01:20.38] TSA just opened my book-bag up and my chain hittin' like\n[01:23.64] Bow, bow, bow, bow\n[01:26.39] The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit and I touchdown they\n[01:30.16] Bow, bow, bow, bow\n[01:33.13] She down low, three point stance, I'm back there doin' Jack dance like\n[01:37.17] Bow, bow, bow, bow\n[01:40.58] And I'm not no fashionista, but I'm fly though (But I'm fly)\n[01:43.65] And I know I gave up drinkin', but I'm high though (But I'm high)\n[01:46.47] I told her, \"I don't cum from head, but you can try though\" (You can try)\n[01:49.87] I'm not on top of this shit yet, but I'm that guy though\n[01:53.06] I take a look 'round and my comp and it's just, uh (Ooh)\n[01:56.07] Wide open, big whippin', it slide open (Mm-mm)\n[01:58.72] I notice they treat me like I'm chosen (I'm chosen)\n[02:02.39] Eyes open, heart clean and my mind focused\n[02:05.14] This shit just keeps goin' how I wrote it\n[02:07.25] How the hell could you doubt us?\n[02:08.74] I mean, back then it made sense, but it's like, now what?\n[02:12.49] Now they down to come 'round just to be 'round us\n[02:14.84] You ain't one of my dawgs, why do you hound us?\n[02:17.63] It's very few of you I like, but it's a whole lot of y'all I don't trust\n[02:21.95] 'Cause\n[02:23.11] Ten toes, that's my MO\n[02:25.68] Fam' over 'Gram, that's my MO\n[02:28.38] Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close\n[02:29.82] And they let it go while I reload\n[02:32.01] \n[02:34.83] Like baow, baow, baow\n[02:37.43] TSA just opened my book-bag up and my chain hittin' like\n[02:40.42] Bow, bow, bow, bow\n[02:43.80] The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit and I touchdown they\n[02:46.32] Bow, bow, bow, bow\n[02:49.33] She down low, three point stance, I'm back there doin' Jack dance like\n[02:51.49] \n[02:53.78] 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up and my chain hittin' like\nBow, bow, bow, bow\nThe king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit and I touchdown they\nBow, bow, bow, bow\nShe down low, three point stance, I'm back there doin' Jack dance like\nBow, bow, bow, bow","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.33] Mm-mm, mm, mm-mm\n[00:12.59] Tss\n[00:13.68] My nail tech knows how to keep a lil' secret\n[00:16.08] I don't wish for my success, I speak it\n[00:18.55] I caught a buzz, and you did too, but you tweakin'\n[00:20.80] I look like I been gettin' money, I reek it\n[00:23.23] You smell me, that's LV\n[00:25.04] Walkin' 'round with my chest out, and my skin smooth, I'm healthy\n[00:28.06] I'm in the mix and I'm handshakin' but most of y'all can't help me (Nah)\n[00:31.29] Most of y'all ain't wealthy (Nope), most of y'all just dress like it\n[00:34.48] I caught the vibe that y'all givin' off, and I'm tryna make myself less like it\n[00:37.70] This chick got a lil' Porsche body, I might let the bro test drive it\n[00:40.80] It's 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they\n[01:30.02] Bow, bow, bow, bow\n[01:32.90] She down low, three point stance, I'm back there doin' Jack dance like\n[01:36.33] Bow, bow, bow, bow\n[01:40.65] And I'm not no fashionista, but I'm fly though (But I'm fly)\n[01:43.70] And I know I gave up drinkin', but I'm high though (But I'm high)\n[01:46.92] I told her, \"I don't cum from head, but you can try though\" (You can try)\n[01:49.92] I'm not on top of this shit yet, but I'm that guy though\n[01:53.25] I take a look 'round and my comp and it's just, uh (Ooh)\n[01:56.12] Wide open, big whippin', it slide open (Mm-mm)\n[01:59.46] I notice they treat me like I'm chosen (I'm chosen)\n[02:02.50] Eyes open, heart clean and my mind focused\n[02:04.99] This shit just keeps goin' how I wrote it\n[02:07.06] How the hell could you doubt us?\n[02:09.49] I mean, back then it made sense, but it's like, now what?\n[02:12.29] Now they down to come 'round just to be 'round us\n[02:14.65] You ain't one of my dawgs, why do you hound us?\n[02:17.74] It's very few of you I like, but it's a whole lot of y'all I don't trust\n[02:22.04] 'Cause\n[02:23.15] Ten toes, that's my MO\n[02:25.74] Fam' over 'Gram, that's my MO\n[02:28.28] Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close\n[02:31.44] And they let it go while I reload\n[02:34.41] Like baow, baow, baow\n[02:37.07] TSA just opened my book-bag up and my chain hittin' like\n[02:40.52] Bow, bow, bow, bow\n[02:43.32] The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit and I touchdown they\n[02:46.54] Bow, bow, bow, bow\n[02:49.56] She down low, three point stance, I'm back there doin' Jack dance like\n[02:53.27] Bow, bow, bow, bow\n[02:56.49] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nail Tech\n artist: Jack Harlow\n album: Cool Now\n duration_ms: 206000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Mm-mm, mm, mm-mm\n start_ms: 9330\n end_ms: 12590\n- text: Tss\n start_ms: 12590\n end_ms: 13680\n- text: My nail tech knows how to keep a lil' secret\n start_ms: 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don't be stuck up\n[00:59.12] I don't take Ls, I give 'em out, and I chuck 'em up\n[01:01.73] First listen, they hearing this shit, like, \"What the fuck?\"\n[01:06.23] Ten toes, that's my MO\n[01:08.98] Fam' over gram, that's my MO (on my mama!)\n[01:11.65] Fuck a \"close friends\", I got friends that I keep close\n[01:14.69] And they let it go while I reload\n[01:17.34] Like baow, baow, baow\n[01:20.29] TSA just opened my book bag up\n[01:22.17] And my chain hitting like baow, baow, baow, baow\n[01:26.68] The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit\n[01:28.68] And I touch down, they bow, bow, bow, bow\n[01:32.90] She down low, three point stance\n[01:34.53] I'm back there doing Jack Dan's like baow, baow, baow, baow\n[01:38.43] \n[01:40.67] And I'm not no fashionista, but I'm fly though\n[01:43.76] And I know I gave up drinking, but I'm high though\n[01:46.96] I told her, \"I don't come from here, but you can try though\"\n[01:49.91] I'm not on top of this shit yet, but I'm that guy though\n[01:53.24] I take a look 'round and my comp, and it's just, uh (ooh)\n[01:56.12] Wide open, big whipping, it slide open (mmm-mmm)\n[01:59.47] I notice they treat me like I'm chosen\n[02:02.51] Eyes open, heart clean and my mind focused\n[02:04.95] This shit just keeps going how I wrote it, how the hell could you doubt us?\n[02:09.48] I mean, back then, it made sense, but it's like, now what?\n[02:12.23] Now they down to come 'round just to be 'round us\n[02:14.70] You ain't one of my dawgs, why do you hound us?\n[02:17.75] It's very few of you I like, but it's a whole lot of y'all I don't trust\n[02:22.06] 'Cause...\n[02:23.12] Ten toes, that's my MO\n[02:25.78] Fam' over gram, that's my MO\n[02:28.27] Fuck a \"close friends\", I got friends that I keep close\n[02:31.49] And they let it go while I reload\n[02:34.41] Like baow, baow, baow\n[02:37.00] TSA just opened my book bag up\n[02:39.22] And my chain hitting like baow, baow, baow, baow\n[02:43.39] The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit\n[02:45.46] And I touch down, they bow, bow, bow, bow\n[02:49.52] She down low, three point stance\n[02:51.33] I'm back there doing Jack Dan's like baow, baow, baow, baow\n[02:54.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nail Tech\n artist: Jack Harlow\n album: Come Home The Kids Miss You\n duration_ms: 206000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Mmm-mmm, mmm, mmm-mmm\n start_ms: 9380\n end_ms: 12550\n- text: Tuh\n start_ms: 12550\n end_ms: 13630\n- text: My nail tech knows how to keep a lil' secret\n start_ms: 13630\n end_ms: 16030\n- text: I don't wish for my success, I speak it\n start_ms: 16030\n end_ms: 18580\n- text: I caught a buzz, and you did too, but you tweaking\n start_ms: 18580\n end_ms: 20850\n- text: I look like I been getting money, how I reek it\n start_ms: 20850\n end_ms: 23250\n- text: You smell me, that's LV\n start_ms: 23250\n end_ms: 25070\n- text: Walking 'round with my chest out, and my skin smooth, I'm 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us?\n[02:17.75] It's very few of you I like, but it's a whole lot of y'all I don't trust\n[02:22.06] 'Cause...\n[02:23.12] Ten toes, that's my MO\n[02:25.78] Fam' over gram, that's my MO\n[02:28.27] Fuck a \"close friends\", I got friends that I keep close\n[02:31.49] And they let it go while I reload\n[02:34.41] Like baow, baow, baow\n[02:37.00] TSA just opened my book bag up\n[02:39.22] And my chain hitting like baow, baow, baow, baow\n[02:43.39] The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit\n[02:45.46] And I touch down, they bow, bow, bow, bow\n[02:49.52] She down low, three point stance\n[02:51.33] I'm back there doing Jack Dan's like baow, baow, baow, baow\n[02:54.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nail Tech\n artist: Jack Harlow\n album: Gym Summer Body\n duration_ms: 206000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Mmm-mmm, mmm, mmm-mmm\n start_ms: 9380\n end_ms: 12550\n- text: Tuh\n start_ms: 12550\n end_ms: 13630\n- text: My nail tech knows how to keep 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trust\n start_ms: 137750\n end_ms: 142060\n- text: '''Cause...'\n start_ms: 142060\n end_ms: 143120\n- text: Ten toes, that's my MO\n start_ms: 143120\n end_ms: 145780\n- text: Fam' over gram, that's my MO\n start_ms: 145780\n end_ms: 148270\n- text: Fuck a \"close friends\", I got friends that I keep close\n start_ms: 148270\n end_ms: 151490\n- text: And they let it go while I reload\n start_ms: 151490\n end_ms: 154410\n- text: Like baow, baow, baow\n start_ms: 154410\n end_ms: 157000\n- text: TSA just opened my book bag up\n start_ms: 157000\n end_ms: 159220\n- text: And my chain hitting like baow, baow, baow, baow\n start_ms: 159220\n end_ms: 163390\n- text: The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit\n start_ms: 163390\n end_ms: 165460\n- text: And I touch down, they bow, bow, bow, bow\n start_ms: 165460\n end_ms: 169520\n- text: She down low, three point stance\n start_ms: 169520\n end_ms: 171330\n- text: I'm back there doing Jack Dan's like baow, baow, baow, baow\n 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Porsche body, I might let the bro' test drive it\n[00:40.76] It's hard for me to get excited, I love music, and stress 'bout it\n[00:43.92] My city hauling, and I'm co-signing this wave, coming up next out it\n[00:47.42] Riding 'round and shotgun in her Tesla\n[00:49.83] Hanging both of my legs out of it, like, \"What's up?\"\n[00:52.51] I got stakes and they too high now, I can't fuck up\n[00:55.67] I like girls that's down to Earth, so don't be stuck up\n[00:59.12] I don't take Ls, I give 'em out, and I chuck 'em up\n[01:01.73] First listen, they hearing this shit, like, \"What the fuck?\"\n[01:06.23] Ten toes, that's my MO\n[01:08.98] Fam' over gram, that's my MO (on my mama!)\n[01:11.65] Fuck a \"close friends\", I got friends that I keep close\n[01:14.69] And they let it go while I reload\n[01:17.34] Like baow, baow, baow\n[01:20.29] TSA just opened my book bag up\n[01:22.17] And my chain hitting like baow, baow, baow, baow\n[01:26.68] The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit\n[01:28.68] And I touch down, they bow, bow, bow, bow\n[01:32.90] She down low, three point stance\n[01:34.53] I'm back there doing Jack Dan's like baow, baow, baow, baow\n[01:38.43] \n[01:40.67] And I'm not no fashionista, but I'm fly though\n[01:43.76] And I know I gave up drinking, but I'm high though\n[01:46.96] I told her, \"I don't come from here, but you can try though\"\n[01:49.91] I'm not on top of this shit yet, but I'm that guy though\n[01:53.24] I take a look 'round and my comp, and it's just, uh (ooh)\n[01:56.12] Wide open, big whipping, it slide open (mmm-mmm)\n[01:59.47] I notice they treat me like I'm chosen\n[02:02.51] Eyes open, heart clean and my mind focused\n[02:04.95] This shit just keeps going how I wrote it, how the hell could you doubt us?\n[02:09.48] I mean, back then, it made sense, but it's like, now what?\n[02:12.23] Now they down to come 'round just to be 'round us\n[02:14.70] You ain't one of my dawgs, why do you hound us?\n[02:17.75] It's very few of you I like, but it's a whole lot of y'all I don't trust\n[02:22.06] 'Cause...\n[02:23.12] Ten toes, that's my MO\n[02:25.78] Fam' over gram, that's my MO\n[02:28.27] Fuck a \"close friends\", I got friends that I keep close\n[02:31.49] And they let it go while I reload\n[02:34.41] Like baow, baow, baow\n[02:37.00] TSA just opened my book bag up\n[02:39.22] And my chain hitting like baow, baow, baow, baow\n[02:43.39] The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit\n[02:45.46] And I touch down, they bow, bow, bow, bow\n[02:49.52] She down low, three point stance\n[02:51.33] I'm back there doing Jack Dan's like baow, baow, baow, baow\n[02:54.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nail Tech\n artist: Jack Harlow\n album: Billboard Hot 100 Singles Chart 16 April 2022\n duration_ms: 206000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Mmm-mmm, mmm, mmm-mmm\n start_ms: 9380\n end_ms: 12550\n- text: Tuh\n start_ms: 12550\n end_ms: 13630\n- text: My nail tech knows how to 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book bag up\n start_ms: 157000\n end_ms: 159220\n- text: And my chain hitting like baow, baow, baow, baow\n start_ms: 159220\n end_ms: 163390\n- text: The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit\n start_ms: 163390\n end_ms: 165460\n- text: And I touch down, they bow, bow, bow, bow\n start_ms: 165460\n end_ms: 169520\n- text: She down low, three point stance\n start_ms: 169520\n end_ms: 171330\n- text: I'm back there doing Jack Dan's like baow, baow, baow, baow\n start_ms: 171330\n end_ms: 174050\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 174050\nplain: |-\n Mmm-mmm, mmm, mmm-mmm\n Tuh\n\n My nail tech knows how to keep a lil' secret\n I don't wish for my success, I speak it\n I caught a buzz, and you did too, but you tweaking\n I look like I been getting money, how I reek it\n You smell me, that's LV\n Walking 'round with my chest out, and my skin smooth, I'm healthy\n I'm in the mix, and I'm handshaking, but most of y'all can't help it (nah)\n Most of y'all ain't wealthy (nope), most of y'all 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they let it go while I reload\n\n Like baow, baow, baow\n TSA just opened my book bag up\n And my chain hitting like baow, baow, baow, baow\n The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit\n And I touch down, they bow, bow, bow, bow\n She down low, three point stance\n I'm back there doing Jack Dan's like baow, baow, baow, baow\n"},{"id":31622019,"name":"Nail Tech","trackName":"Nail Tech","artistName":"Jack Harlow","albumName":"2022 Billboard Top 100","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mmm-mmm, mmm, mmm-mmm\nTuh\n\nMy nail tech knows how to keep a lil' secret\nI don't wish for my success, I speak it\nI caught a buzz, and you did too, but you tweaking\nI look like I been getting money, how I reek it\nYou smell me, that's LV\nWalking 'round with my chest out, and my skin smooth, I'm healthy\nI'm in the mix, and I'm handshaking, but most of y'all can't help it (nah)\nMost of y'all ain't wealthy (nope), most of y'all just dress like it\nI caught 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whole lot of y'all I don't trust\n[02:22.06] 'Cause...\n[02:23.12] Ten toes, that's my MO\n[02:25.78] Fam' over gram, that's my MO\n[02:28.27] Fuck a \"close friends\", I got friends that I keep close\n[02:31.49] And they let it go while I reload\n[02:34.41] Like baow, baow, baow\n[02:37.00] TSA just opened my book bag up\n[02:39.22] And my chain hitting like baow, baow, baow, baow\n[02:43.39] The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit\n[02:45.46] And I touch down, they bow, bow, bow, bow\n[02:49.52] She down low, three point stance\n[02:51.33] I'm back there doing Jack Dan's like baow, baow, baow, baow\n[02:54.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nail Tech\n artist: Jack Harlow\n album: 2022 Billboard Top 100\n duration_ms: 208000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Mmm-mmm, mmm, mmm-mmm\n start_ms: 9380\n end_ms: 12550\n- text: Tuh\n start_ms: 12550\n end_ms: 13630\n- text: My nail tech knows how to keep a lil' secret\n start_ms: 13630\n end_ms: 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